Quotes About Fantasy

Dismissing fantasy writing because some of it is bad is exactly like saying I'm not reading Jane Eyre because it is a romance and I know romance is crap.

If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless.

The problem with most genre fantasy is that it's not nearly fantastic enough. It's escapist, but it can't escape.

But oh what beauty! What speed! A chariot of night in panic flight From Our Royal Proclamation of the rites Of day! And riding out Our procession Of fantasy We slaked an ancient Vestigial greed shriveled by ages of dormancy Till the eyes exhausted by glorious pageantries Returned to rest on that puny Legend of the life-jacket stowed away Of all places under my seat.

Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as reality, an objective and untouched nature of being. Or if all that we encounter has already been changed by what we had imagined it to be. If we have dreamed it into being.

For isn't that what our homes are ultimately, our fantasies made corporeal, our secret selves exposed? The converse is also true: we grow to become that which we live within.

For isint that what our homes are ultimately, our fantasies made corporeal, our secret selves exposed?

The truth is less glamorous than our imagination.

A volte mi chiedo se la realtà esiste davvero, se c'è varamente una natura delle cose, obiettiva e intatta. O se tutto ciò che ci accade è già modificato in anticipo dalla nostra immaginazione. Se sognando qualcosa gli diamo vita.

It was always a fantasy of mine growing up - my favorite program was always 'Little House on the Prairie' - so I always wanted to wear those looks. When I was a child, I wouldn't let my mom put me in anything but calico dresses and now... whaddaya know, every day I'm in a calico dress, basically, so it's kind of funny.

If there's a magic pony in the story, chances are I'll read it.

He never got a really proper look at them, but the situation told him it must be a swarming flock of vaginas that flew all around his head, biting him toothlessly on his ears and his cheeks and his neck.

Scrubbley because she'd missed the train to Hogwarts.

Reverie allows us to imagine other possibilities than those which lie immediately before us, other worlds than those we inhabit.

Could a make-believe sheriff chop off Billy's head with a make-believe sword?

This is all a dream and we're both asleep right now.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

I enjoy working on a movie that lets your imagination run wild, it's great to be a part of and watch.

you eroticize what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

What's the matter?" you asked, seizing an idea. "Did I burst your balloon - destroy the fantasy?" I struggled for a way to answer this without my clothes. ... Well his was very cruel, but loving you'd become a full-time job and I wasn't ready to be unemployed.

The Polar Express is about faith, and the power of imagination to sustain faith. It's also about the desire to reside in a world where magic can happen, the kind of world we all believed in as children, but one that disappears as we grow older.

The inclination to believe in the fantastic may strike some as a failure in logic, or gullibility, but it's really a gift. A world that might have Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster is clearly superior to one that definitely does not.

I don't think ordinary things are very interesting, so I try to imagine a world that is less ordinary.

In my dream I can," he said. "In my dream, I have hands. With claws.